I decided in my heart that I would have to get another one when I get back. Maybe Liu'er will be able to use it when she has another baby?
In response to everyone's praise, Yang Ruoqing just smiled.
These ideas all come from the baby seats in modern restaurants, and she just improved them on this basis.
All kinds of dishes are served on the table like a lantern, braised seabass, braised eel with bacon, eggplant stew, boiled meat... Tremella and lotus seed soup, as well as brown sugar cake and golden corn cake that children like to eat.
Because of the baby seat, Ju'er's hands are also freed. She can take a bite by herself and take time to feed the child, making it perfect for both adults and children.
Yang Huaming watched silently, feeling increasingly satisfied with Yang Ruoqing's arrangement.
"Dabai, we went to the shop earlier, and we just happened to catch up with the police who came to investigate the case." Yang Huazhong took two bites of the food, drank another glass of wine, put down his chopsticks, put his arms on the edge of the table and leaned forward slightly, experiencing the accumulation of time. His eyes were baptized with life and he looked deeply at his nephew Dabai.
"Let's sit down now. Third uncle will ask you about Panpu. You have to tell us your specific plan in detail."
After Yang Huazhong said so many words, Dabai was still immersed in eating. He was holding a long cumin mutton chop in his hand and was chewing until his mouth was full of oil. There were white sesame seeds on his cheeks and earlobes.
He completely turned a deaf ear to Yang Huazhong's questions.
Everyone else at the table, except Yang Ruoqing and the little guy in the baby seat, all cast surprised glances at Dabai.
Yang Ruoqing was not surprised at all by Dabai's operations. The boy had been out for several months and had not changed at all. He still had the familiar recipe and the familiar taste.
I don’t know how I caught the eye of shopkeeper Zhang Ji and his wife. They are really a pair of people with strong tastes.
"Dabai?" Yang Huazhong called again.
Yang Huaming has put down his chopsticks and is about to start slapping the table.
Yang Huamei first kicked Dabai secretly under the table, but there was no response.
Yang Huamei could only raise her hand and pat Dabai's hand hard: "Stop chewing. Your third uncle wants to ask you about business. Do you still want to borrow money to open a shop?"
Everyone else at the table focused on Yang Huamei with sympathy, confusion, and disapproval.
Sympathy is the dominant factor.
Having such a son, Yang Huamei was really unlucky for eight lifetimes. She worked hard to pave the way for him, but in the end, he refused to give her face, and didn't even have the most basic courtesy.
Who lent him forty taels of silver? It was really a waste of money.
Dabai reluctantly put the mutton chop aside, raised a greasy face and looked at Yang Huazhong blankly, "Third uncle, what did you just say? I was just eating the mutton chop and I didn't understand."
Yang Huaming grabbed it directly: "I'm just asking you what kind of business you plan to do after you take possession of the shop? Do you plan to retain the existing clerk Zhang Ji, or hire new people? Do you have an idea of the wages? And steamed buns? Are you going to make those noodles yourself, or are you going to hire a master in this field from outside?"
"By the way, how much money do you plan to borrow from us? When will you pay it back? How much is the interest? If you don't pay back, what are you going to do? That's all, tell me!"
Everyone thought Dabai would be stumped by these relatively 'professional' topics, and even Yang Huamei looked at him nervously.
Sitting next to him was a child from Ju'er's family. The child was naughty and stretched out his hand to pull Yang Huamei's clothes. Yang Huamei, the aunt, couldn't spare the time to tease him, not even in the mood to do it perfunctorily. She looked straight at Dabai. , I wish I could say it for him.
Upon seeing this, Ju'er calmly moved the child and the baby seat towards her, widening the distance between her and Yang Huamei.
Here, Dabai coughed heavily, with a confident smile on his face.
"Don't worry, third uncle, I'll just take care of the shop and run it myself, my wife will help me take care of it."
"As for the pastries, I will naturally go into battle personally after receiving the master's true instructions, but I am the last one. I will still ask a pastry chef to come back and take care of the other pastries. My master knows many people, so she will help me Arranged.”
"So, you only need to pay forty taels of silver to purchase the shop?" Yang Huazhong asked again.
Dabai nodded, "Others have offered me eighty taels a year for that shop, but I only need forty taels. That shop's business is so good, its net income for the year is three to four hundred taels!"
Except for Yang Ruoqing and the person in the baby seat, everyone else was stunned.
Earning three to four hundred taels of silver a year, as long as you work hard for a year, you will have enough money for a lifetime, and you will not have to worry about eating well and drinking hot food every day.
"Since it's so easy to make money, and your wife helps you take care of everything, why does she want to sell it out instead of making the money herself?" Yang Huazhong grabbed the loophole and asked again.
Others nodded.
The net income for a year is three to four hundred taels, which makes me earn more than thirty taels of silver every month.
If the money is sold out, the wife of the teacher will only get forty taels of silver a year. Isn’t this a huge loss? What's more, she didn't get the forty taels of silver for nothing, she had to help with the housekeeping. Even if she was given another salary, it would still be far less than the profit of three to four hundred taels of silver a year. A fool would destroy the shop. Put it out for others to make money?
As for Yang Ruoqing, she followed the agreement she made with Yang Huazhong before coming here. As an outsider, she only listened but did not speak.
In my heart, I was shocked by Dabai's words.
The morning tea shop earns nearly 400 taels of silver a year? Is Dabai dreaming? Or are Shopkeeper Zhang and his wife dreaming?
The Tianxiang Tower opened in the county seat has far more customers than the Tianxiang Tower in Qingshui Town, but its net income in a year is only a little over 400 taels.
The Tianxiang Building in the town is not up to this standard. After all costs and various administrative expenses are taken into account, it would be good to make a profit of two hundred taels!
As for Zhangji Morning Tea Shop, even though it is a time-honored brand, it is still a 'little brother' in front of Tianxianglou.
Is it possible to have a net income of four hundred taels a year?
Yang Huamei couldn't help but asked her doubts: "Dabai, did your wife deceive you? It's just a morning tea shop, and the steamed buns only cost a penny each. How can you make so much money?"
Yang Yongzhi also said sincerely: "That's right, cousin, don't be deceived."
"Nonsense, that's my master's wife. There's no way my master's wife could lie to me." Dabai said firmly, with a bit of annoyance in his eyes, as if he was unhappy with their instigation of discord.
Yang Yongzhi shook his head, raised his chopsticks and took a bite of the food. He decided to remain silent for the rest of the time, but it was impossible for him to borrow money.
Yang Huaming sneered: "It's your teacher's wife who talks about you. Did she give birth to you or raise you? Do you know that there is a gap between people's hearts?"
